I went on a Sierra Club Hike a while back. People were packing all kinds of knives from multi purpose SAKS to Puma African Hunters. One guy had a bowie so big he walked with a list and had to make constant compass readings to stay with the extended group. We stopped for lunch. I got weird looks pulling out a Perrier bottle from my rucksack. But this older gentleman took honors; pulling out his childhood celluloid Red Ryder slipjoint to cut his apples.
Don't you people be stepping on Superman's Cape. Many of us were helped defining our manhood by those comics.